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“Remind me again—where are you going?” Lara asked as she watched Megan struggle to choose between two bikinis. “Also, pink.”
“I’m going to the beach,” Megan said.
“With who?”
“With me.” Lara whipped her head around to see Yoonchae standing behind her, arms crossed over her chest while she leaned against the wall with her shoulder like she was the smuggest mutt in the world despite the straight face. “I’ll go wait in the car.”
Lara wanted to scoff in disbelief. She stared at Yoonchae walking down the hallway, never looking back at Megan until she heard the front door open and close. “Are you sure you two aren’t, like, dating?” Lara questioned, her thumb pointing over her shoulder at the empty space that was Yoonchae. “‘Cause babes—”
“It’s not like that!” Megan exclaimed. “We’re just friends, okay?”
Lara held her hands up in defense, her eyes darting around the room like she was trying to make a point. “Chill, dude… But if y’all were really just friends, you shouldn’t have to choose which bikini looks nicer.”
“What sense are you trying to drill into me now?” Megan rolled her eyes as she stuffed the swimsuit into her bag. “I still want to look nice.” She hesitated before adding, “Just in case anyone peaks my interest at the beach.”
“You know you don’t want that.”
Megan shrugged. “Who knows.”
“Certainly not you…” Lara shook her head and turned around, already walking back to her room. “Let me know if anything happens!”
“Nothing will happen between me and Yoonchae!”
Lara sharply turned around and pointed an accusing finger at Megan. “Gotcha. Never said anything about Yoonchae.” She started to walk backwards slowly, her finger repeatedly tapping her temple.
“You want her sooooo bad,” Lara mouthed.
“Lara!”
Lara’s face turned into one of those that Megan would always see in movies when the best friend is about to say something sentimental. “Friends don’t do what you guys do unless they’re having a slow burn.”
Megan threw her hands up like she didn't know what to do—and she didn’t. There was something about the way she and Yoonchae acted, she knows that. She’s not dumb. But she wasn’t sure if Yoonchae was on the same wavelength. “I don’t know, girl. I’m just pulling through with whatever this is.”
“Make up your mind. And quick. That one is kind of stubborn but she’ll follow whatever you do in a blink.”
“Thanks, Lars,” Megan said with a scrunch. It was obviously sarcastic but Lara just blew a kiss to her face. She closed her bag and slung her arms through the straps. “I’ll be back in a few days.”
“Oh you’re taking it to the next level this summer, huh?” Lara teased but rushed to her room before Megan could chase her down.
“I’m gonna kill you!”
Megan huffed, annoyed, and pulled out her phone. She called Yoonchae and the line never even got to ring when she answered. “Hey, I’ll be down in just a minute. Sorry if I’m taking too long.”
“Don’t rush. I have aaaaall the time in the world.”
Yoonchae’s tone made Megan laugh. “You’re not teasing me, are you?”
“It’s the truth. I’ll wait for you for however long you take.”
The beach was definitely crowded when they arrived but there were a good selection of secluded spots. Megan knows the younger hated crowds so imagine her surprise when Yoonchae was the one who suggested a busy beach trip first. Yoonchae parked her car in the last available spot for the afternoon and got out, stretching her arms above her head dramatically.
“We just got here and I’m already tired,” she joked. Megan gave an amused expression but taunted Yoonchae by saying it wasn’t funny enough to deserve a laugh. The afternoon sun was at its peak, shining down right on everybody in the premises of the sandy shorelines.
“Don’t fall asleep in the sun unless you wanna get a tan.” Megan warned.
“You think so low of me.” Yoonchae opened the trunk and started to take things out of it. “Come help me with these.”
They managed to squeeze into a small spot which ended up costing them a few apologetic smiles to a couple rushing over to the same area. Yoonchae set up the chairs and umbrella while Megan just stood and watched.
“You know when I said to help me I meant it.” Yoonchae remarked playfully.
“Oh, please. You’re strong. Put your big boy pants on and do it.” Megan patted Yoonchae on the shoulder from behind. The latter rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.
“Don’t ever say that again.”
Instead of a pat, Yoonchae got a smack to the back of her head. “I’m gonna go change. Wait for me.”
“Not going anywhere, Mei. I’ll finish up here.”
Yoonchae grunted as she pulled the cooler closer, opening the lid to make sure the stuff inside was still good. She rummaged around to count the ice creams and drinks. The ice cubes inside were stinging her fingers in a good way, the kind that cancels out the summer heat blazing over her head. With Megan in the bathroom changing into her swimsuit, it was just her for the time being.
She might’ve counted and rearranged the chairs about ten times before Megan returned.
“I’m back.” Megan’s voice echoed behind her. Yoonchae smiles as she turns her head around, ready to greet Megan again, maybe even make a corny joke that goes like Hi back, I’m Yoonchae, but the sight before her closed up her throat.
Wow.
Megan in a bikini was something only the angels above can create. Her skin—even with the complaints about psoriasis—was radiant and gleaming in the sunlight, and her hair was looking like expensive silk that any merchant in the ancient days would kill to get their hands on. The outfit left little to the imagination. The strings of the bikini bottom looked like it was barely holding on and the top was so, so loosely tied.
Yoonchae didn’t even realize she was staring at Megan’s boobs until the latter was waving a hand in front of her face. “Hello? Are you okay?”
“Huh—Yeah! Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.” Yoonchae nodded, her lips displaying a tight smile. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
“Aww, thank you.” Megan blew Yoonchae a kiss that did not help the latter’s racing heart. Thankfully, Megan never batted an eye. “Are you not gonna change?”
“I think I’m more comfortable in shirts and shorts.” Yoonchae tugged on the fabric of her shirt for emphasis.
“As long as you’re good.” Megan all but plopped down on the beach chair, grabbing her bag and searching through it before pulling out a bottle of sunscreen. “Help me put this on?”
Yoonchae nodded. She poured a generous amount onto her palm because she knew Megan didn’t want to tan. She wiped it onto Megan’s back then rubbed it even across her skin. Her fingers would hesitate whenever they got too close to the strings of Megan’s bikini top and even more so when they were reaching her lower back.
“I feel like you’re not doing it correctly,” Megan commented
“I am!” Yoonchae exclaimed. “There. Done.”
Megan rolled her shoulders while her hand patted Yoonchae’s knee as a sign of gratitude. “Thanks.” She leaned back in her chair and took out a book.
“What are you doing with that? You can’t even read.”
Megan held up her phone, the screen displaying the book cover with a play button. “Already got it covered.”
Yoonchae huffed, hands on her hips. “You’re so performative… Why don’t you go swim or something.”
“I’m waiting for the sunscreen and the sun to set. I bet I’d melt before I even get to that family over there.” Megan pointed to a few people not even ten feet away. “Don’t worry about me. Have your fun.”
“I will have my fun.”
Yoonchae’s fun was supposedly squatting while building a sand castle out of toys she stole from Sophia’s baby niece. Megan tried listening to the book while watching Yoonchae but she eventually just stopped listening. It was amusing seeing Yoonchae running back and forth from the castle to the water to the castle again.
“Yoonchae, can I ask you something?” Megan questioned.
“Might as well.” Yoonchae shrugged.
Megan shifted in her chair, her leg crossing over the other while her arms crossed over her chest. “Have you ever slept with anyone?”
Yoonchae’s toy shovel accidentally pierced through the castle towers. The question clearly caught her off guard and it flustered her. “Why would you ask something like that…” she muttered. “Are you jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous?” Megan pried, “Just be honest with me.”
Yoonchae let out a long and deep exhale. She was reluctant but she nodded anyway.
“Guy?”
“…Girl.”
Megan nodded along. That gave her confirmation that Yoonchae was gay or at least had interest in girls. She ignored the poke at her heart. “Was it good?”
“Okay, you’re asking for too much.” Yoonchae started to fix the destroyed tower. “What about you?”
“I have,” Megan answered honestly. It didn’t sit right with Yoonchae how Megan was super honest. Instead of destroying the tower again, she plunged the toy shovel straight into the castle this time, watching the wet sand crumble to the ground.
“Yeah, yeah.” Yoonchae grumbled. “Why are you so comfortable talking about past things?”
“We’ve known each other long enough. And I trust you too.”
Yoonchae looked up at Megan, seeing the sincere look in her eyes. “Whatever…” She got up and sat in the other chair, her legs spread widely as she manspreaded. The sky was oddly bright as she stared blankly. The sounds of the ocean waves hitting the rocks and seagulls shrieking as they flew by was lulling Yoonchae to sleep slowly but surely. Megan can see Yoonchae nodding off in the corner of her eye and laughed about it to herself.
It didn’t take long for Yoonchae to fully fall asleep. By the time Yoonchae woke up, the sun was already starting to set. It was halfway down the horizon, still shining brightly despite the gradual darkness. Yoonchae looked over at Megan’s chair but she wasn’t there. She sat up, rubbing her face with her hands as she tried to wipe away the grogginess. She peeked through her fingers to see Megan down in the water.
Yoonchae watched Megan from afar. She watched as Megan jumped and ran around in the ocean, watched as Megan shielded herself with her arms when the waves rose too high and crashed into her. With her face in her hands, Yoonchae smiled softly.
The golden light of the sun spills onto Megan’s body, tracing every curve and making her silhouette blur. Yoonchae thinks this is what gets her. Megan looks like she’s glowing and radiant in all the right ways that it’s nearly impossible for Yoonchae to tear her eyes away.
Still, Yoonchae got up after a few more minutes of watching Megan and made her way to the older girl. Megan saw Yoonchae approaching and beamed, rushing out of the water and running to Yoonchae.
“Hey casanova,” Megan greeted, her arms outstretched, hands reaching for Yoonchae. “You finally woke up.”
“Did I sleep that long?” Yoonchae asked as she reached out too, her hands holding Megan’s as she twirled the latter around.
“Yup. I did tons of things while you were snoring away.” Megan boasted. Yoonchae could tell she was a little tipsy from how giddy she was being, chuckling when Megan clumsily spun around. Megan started to walk along the shoreline and Yoonchae followed behind her.
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Some of my friends were here today too and they asked me if I wanted to hang for a bit,” Megan said. “And I said yeah.” She suddenly turned around with a pout on her lips. “I shouldn’t have left you alone, I—”
“Did you have fun?” Yoonchae interrupted.
“So much fun.” Megan answered.
“Then that’s all that matters. I shouldn’t have slept anyway.” Yoonchae’s words made Megan frown even more. Megan took one of Yoonchae’s hands and began to walk again.
“We had too much fun. They asked if I wanted margaritas and I was like… I do.” Megan sounded so apologetic despite the memorable story she was telling.
Yoonchae smiled affectionately as Megan rambled on about what happened with her friends, letting her lead the way as they walked back and forth on the water’s edge.
“So many people were complimenting my outfit and it was nice but…” Megan trailed off. Yoonchae tilted her head, wondering why Megan didn’t continue. “But do you like the outfit?”
Yoonchae blinked at the question then laughed softly. “I love the outfit.”
“You like it?” Megan perked up.
“I love it,” Yoonchae confirmed. Seeing Megan smile widely at her answer might be one of the best things she has ever accomplished. “I’m sorry to rain on your parade but it’s almost time to check in for our hotel.”
“But I want to swim a little more…” Megan sulked.
“There’s a pool at our hotel. With a bar. That sound okay?”
The older immediately got excited and tugged Yoonchae back to their spot on the beach, wasting no time to pack up and go.
They got to the hotel right on time for check in and Yoonchae could tell Megan couldn’t be any more excited to go to the pool. One elevator trip later, they finally reached their room. To their surprise, there was only a singular queen bed.
“We can sleep together, no big deal. We’ve done worse.” Megan waved it off as she stepped further into the room, clearly unaffected by the bed situation.
“What? No we haven’t.”
After settling their things on the bed and swearing they’ll clean it once they’re back, they headed out once more for the pool.
The rooftop wasn’t empty but it wasn’t necessarily crowded either. Yoonchae internally sighed in relief. Megan instantly guided Yoonchae to the stairs of the pool and went down step by step. The younger didn’t put up and fight and just trailed along. They both have yet to realize that everyone was coupled up and it wasn’t the platonic kind.
The water was freezing but it was a nice contrast from the humid weather. Megan treaded over to the swim-up pool bar as Yoonchae expected but she didn’t care.
“Wow, this hotel is so nice. You really splurged.” Megan told Yoonchae when the latter caught up.
“I wanted to make it memorable.”
The bartender served a margarita, pushing the glass towards Yoonchae, and she raised an eyebrow.
“It’s for you. Catch up to me.” Megan explained.
Yoonchae laughed yet she took the drink anyway. “How much did you have?”
“Four and counting.” Megan grinned smugly.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
With each drink being served, Yoonchae downed them with little to no reaction. “And you’re still not tipsy?” Megan asked when Yoonchae showed no signs of intoxication.
“I’m not a lightweight like you.” Yoonchae jabbed Megan in her side. “But I never said I wasn’t.”
“Oh, but you basically did.”
They playfully bantered back and forth for a while before calling it quits to swim around. They hung around in the pool until the sun fully set and night came around. Megan was staring at the ocean down below through the glass railings, her arms crossed over the ledge of the pool with her chin resting atop. Yoonchae was right beside her. Their shoulders were touching but neither one moved away.
The speakers that were playing pop music abruptly changed into smooth romantic jazz. Megan looked around confusedly until she saw a sign that read ‘COUPLES’ NIGHT’.
“So we’re a couple,” Megan joked then turned her head back to look at Yoonchae. Yoonchae was already staring at her but Megan could sense that the vibe was different. Maybe it was because of the music or maybe it wasn’t, but the atmosphere between the two of them shifted.
“We are.” Yoonchae said, her voice quieter. She sounded so sure and confident that Megan believed they really were together for a split second. Their faces were fairly distant but it also felt too close at the same time.
Megan swallowed nervously.
Is it happening?
Yoonchae leaned in about halfway, giving Megan the choice to back out. But Megan wasn’t going to let this chance slip away. She closed the rest of the gap and connected their lips. Yoonchae’s eyes were half lidded before they fluttered shut.
Yoonchae’s lips are impossibly soft, softer than Megan had ever imagined. It was a stiff, hesitant kiss but it only serves as a reason for her to want more. She wants to kiss Yoonchae more to fully feel the physical tension that filled their friendship until it overflowed. They break apart after a lingering moment , staring at each other in the eyes. Yoonchae’s tongue darted out to lick her lips and Megan was filled with a need to bring her back down.
So, she kisses Yoonchae again. Her hands trail up Yoonchae’s arms to her shoulders to her neck where her fingers intertwine to pull Yoonchae closer. Their lips moved against each other’s, sucking and quietly smacking. Yoonchae caught Megan’s bottom lip and sucked gently, eliciting a hushed moan from her.
“Megan…” Yoonchae murmured, hands roaming Megan’s side. She pulled back and was about to start kissing Megan’s neck when Megan stopped her.
“We’re in public,” Megan muttered, a tiny bit embarrassed.
And so, Yoonchae took Megan’s hand and hurried out of the pool. She quickly wringed out the water from her clothes before drying Megan off with a towel. Megan has never seen Yoonchae so enthusiastic about anything before and knowing that she was the reason for this made it ten times hotter.
They ran to the elevator and Yoonchae could barely keep her hands to herself until the doors closed. As the elevator descended, Yoonchae pulled Megan in for another kiss. It was more raw and hungrier than the first time. Her fingers caressed Megan’s torso, the skin wet from the water dripping from the bikini top.
Megan tried her best to keep her calm and to not lose herself in the kiss. With her attention fully focused on the make out session that they’re having, she’ll forget that she’s still in an elevator and the doors could open at any time for anyone. But still, Yoonchae was too much of a good kisser—a perfect one at that—and it was hard to keep herself grounded.
The elevator dinged and Megan pulled back instantly. Yoonchae tried chasing her for more but Megan clamped a hand over Yoonchae’s mouth. “Room first.”
They headed out the elevator and down the hallway where the door to their room was waiting for them. Yoonchae was still kissing Megan even when the older was trying to unlock the door properly.
“Let—Let me open the door first.” Megan panted as she shoved the keycard into the card reader. Once it finally beeped open, they pushed the door and went in hastily. Megan basically slammed the door shut with a swift move to lock it before going back to Yoonchae.
Megan pinned Yoonchae to the wall despite her being shorter. Her hands roamed the younger’s shoulders as they kissed sloppily. Yoonchae gripped Megan by the waist to keep her close then slid up her sides to her top where she hooked her thumbs under the strings, lifting the top above Megan’s chest, letting her tits fall out with a small bounce.
Yoonchae cups her tits, her big hands easily almost covering the entirety of Megan’s chest. Her thumbs brush over Megan’s nipples, causing them to harden.
“So pretty,” Yoonchae mumbled.
She brought Megan back in for yet another kiss while her hand snaked behind Megan’s back to pull on the strings of the bikini top, loosening the knot and letting the piece fall to the floor. They started to make their way towards the bed, kissing and tugging at clothing as they did.
The next piece of clothing to fall was Megan’s panties, then it was Yoonchae’s shirt followed by her shorts, leaving her in her bra and boxers. Yoonchae backed up into the bed until the back of her knees hit the frame and dropped down heavily. Megan straddled her thighs and pushed Yoonchae down onto her back.
Megan flipped her hair to one side, letting it fall down one shoulder while the other stayed bare and open. She tilts her head a few degrees and Yoonchae can barely contain herself.
“Fuck, don’t do that…” She breathed. “You’re so hot. Stop…”
“You want me to stop being hot? Hm?” Megan plants her hands on Yoonchae’s abdomen, sliding her palms up and down to rile Yoonchae up.
“I never said—” Yoonchae let out a shuddering breath when Megan reached the waistband of her boxers. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Megan giggled, proud at how she was able to reduce Yoonchae to this state. “Tell me what you mean then.”
“I–I don’t know. I don’t know, you’re making me stupid, I don’t—” Yoonchae threw her head back against the bed as her back arched due to Megan running her fingers over the bulge in her boxers. “Hah~” She moaned loudly.
“I remember when you told me about this little thing,” Megan started. She pulled down Yoonchae’s boxers and it sprang right up, hitting Yoonchae’s stomach with a dull thud. Megan blinked and she huffed a laugh in pure disbelief. “Maybe it’s not so little after all.”
Yoonchae told Megan about her cock a while back, maybe a few months ago. Megan had told her that it was alright and that she was glad Yoonchae trusted her enough to tell her. What she didn’t tell Yoonchae was how she spent the rest of the night thinking about it and wondered how big it was.
The question didn’t remain silent for long. Megan had asked Yoonchae if she was a shower or a grower, for which she apologized for since she was drunk at the time. Yoonchae had answered grower so earnestly that Megan, again at the time, believed it. Coming to it now, she highly doubts that answer.
Of course she’ll never admit this to Yoonchae but she has peeped Yoonchae’s size a few times ever since. It was always so prominent and showing with grey sweats (or any pants really) that Megan would swear Yoonchae was hard. But no, it was soft without a blood flow to support the structure. Now here she was, getting to see the reason behind her wet dreams in real time.
It’s twitching and oozing out precum from the tip, and Megan watches as the thick white bead drips from the pinkish head down to the shaft. Both of them are sure this won’t be the messiest it’ll get. Megan held Yoonchae’s cock from the base and started to stroke her slowly.
The whines that spilled out of Yoonchae were so slutty that Megan wanted to engrave the sound into her brain. She wants to listen to it until her ears ring to deaf. “Come on, baby,” she encouraged. “You can be louder.”
Yoonchae's mouth parted open to let out strings of pornographic noises. Each moan and whine was music to Megan’s ears, a little something that tells her to keep going. Megan is aware of the wetness pooling between her own thighs. She can feel her inner thighs getting slippery.
Her other hand dipped between her legs to rub her clit, feeling and spreading her wetness around her entire pussy. She removed her fingers to see them absolutely drenched in her slick. Megan wiped it on Yoonchae’s cock, making the younger whimper.
“Is that enough foreplay?” Megan asked.
“More than,” Yoonchae answered.
Megan got off from Yoonchae’s lap and laid on the bed beside her. Yoonchae wasted no time to get up and get in between Megan’s legs. Her cock rested on Megan’s hot pussy, soaking in the warmth and slickness. Yoonchae started to move her hips, her cock moving back and forth against Megan’s clit, a protruding vein running over the bud with each thrust.
When Yoonchae decided her cock was lubed up enough, she wrapped her fingers around her shaft and guided the head of the cock to the entrance of Megan’s cunt. She exhaled deeply, her eyes looking up at Megan.
“You ready?”
Megan nodded.
“I’ll go slow.”
Yoonchae slowly pushed her cock in, stretching out Megan’s hole inch by inch. It was a burning sensation for Megan. Something so large and thick made her feel so full to the point it was bulging from her belly. Her vision got blurry and she has no idea if it’s from the dizzying sensation or the tears welling up in her eyes. She heard Yoonchae grunting in the back of her head, and the heavy cock resting inside of her was the younger girl bottoming out.
Megan was so tight, her velvet walls throbbing and pulsing as she adjusted to Yoonchae’s girth. Her walls might as well melt Yoonchae’s cock into liquid because of how hot it was. Without much effort, the ridge of Yoonchae’s cock was already touching that sensitive spongy patch deep within her hole, emphasizing just how big she truly is.
“C–Can I move?” Yoonchae stammered. “Please?…”
Megan mumbled incoherently but Yoonchae saw her nod. Taking that as a green light, she pulled back her hips until only her tip was inside then sank back in. The obscene wet squelch filled the room as she slid into Megan’s aching cunt. Yoonchae let out a pathetic whimper, in total disbelief that Megan felt this good. Her cock was so needy to move—so needy to pick up the pace and fuck Megan stupid. Or maybe fuck herself stupid. She shakes her head to snap out of it. The longer Megan engulfs her like this, the less brain capacity she’ll have.
Yoonchae pulls back then pushes in again. With each deliberate stroke, wet sounds followed suit, growing louder with each thrust. Her hips were driving into Megan so deep and gradual that Megan could feel her walls contracting around the sheer size. She places her own hand on top of her lower stomach, nearly ascending to heaven when she feels the subtle bulge moving back and forth with each thrust.
Megan’s eyes squeezed shut as she let herself feel Yoonchae fucking into her. Countless nights full of tension and touches that gnaw at Megan finally turned into something. Yoonchae hooked an arm under Megan’s knee and lifted her leg onto her shoulder, getting a better and even deeper angle.
“Shit… Look at you…” Yoonchae groaned. “So gorgeous…”
Megan reached up to hold Yoonchae’s face, bringing her down to kiss her. Their lips smashed together disheveledly, tongues sliding against each other so messily that Megan had saliva rolling down the side of her face.
“Faster,” Megan whispered. “F–Faster…”
Like she had been waiting for this moment, Yoonchae breaks the kiss to flip Megan over onto her hands and knees. The first thing Yoonchae’s eyes locked on was the moth tattoo on Megan’s back. Yoonchae wraps an arm around Megan’s stomach and begins to move her hips rhythmically at a quick pace.
She quickened the tempo, her hips snapping into Megan to the point the bed started creaking. The soft and plush flesh of Megan’s pussy was too good to resist. Every rough thrust just plunged Megan deeper into the void of pleasure, where she forgot about everything and was only focused on the increasing amount of dopamine she was receiving. Yoonchae’s tip pokes at Megan’s cervix every time and it drives Megan nuts. Knowing she was so deep inside, just burying herself to the hilt, Megan was sure Yoonchae was going to rip her in half.
Yoonchae leaned down to plant open-mouth kisses all around the moth tattoo. She sucked on Megan’s skin hard enough to leave purple-ish hickeys. The sensation of Yoonchae’s tongue swirling around on her skin on top of the thrusts was overwhelming to say the least. It was undoing the knot in her stomach rapidly.
“Ha-aah—ohmygod—” Megan cried out. Her walls squeezed Yoonchae’s cock tightly and Yoonchae prayed to the Gods that Megan’s grip doesn’t turn her cock blue. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”
Megan’s body tensed up as she came, warm fluid gushing out of her pussy and down Yoonchae’s cock. Yoonchae kept her thrusts steady and shallow to let Megan ride out her high. Her juices forcefully got pushed out and squirted onto the bedsheets beneath her. Megan wonders if she should’ve laid a towel down before they fucked.
Right before Yoonchae came, she slammed her hips into Megan one last time then pulled out to rest her cock on Megan’s back. Megan whined at the sudden emptiness but she knew it was for the best—regardless of how unsafe the method was in reality. Yoonchae’s cock started to shoot multiple spurts of hot white cum onto Megan’s back, her mouth parted to pant heavily as ropes of semen landed on her skin.
“You… felt really good,” Yoonchae panted. Megan only collapsed onto the bed as a response. “Are you okay?”
Megan nodded into the bed then looked back to see if Yoonchae was alright. The younger girl just gave her a small thumbs up.
Yoonchae slowly straightened up and went into the bathroom. Megan heard the sink running for a moment then it turned off. Yoonchae came back with a damp hand towel and a few tissues. “I’m gonna clean you up.”
Yoonchae wiped her cum off of Megan’s back then used the towel to wipe down her body. The towel was warm and it felt nice on Megan’s skin. Yoonchae knew both of them would be too worn out to take a proper shower so she had to compromise.
She grabbed Megan’s bag and took out some comfortable clothes before dressing Megan herself. She pulled a t-shirt over Megan’s head and only managed to slide on her panties when Megan decided that was enough clothing to be deemed comfortable.
“Alright, go pee,” she told the older girl.
“Why…”
“It’s to be safe. Now go.” She helped Megan up and guided her to the toilet. After a while, Megan emerged from the bathroom to see Yoonchae already dressed in her pajamas and cleaning the rest of the mess.
Yoonchae looked up and smiled gently at Megan’s tired state. “How are you feeling?” She asked as she went over to Megan, wrapping her arms around the shorter girl and carrying her to bed.
“Tired,” Megan mumbled.
“Yeah? I bet.” Yoonchae laughed quietly. She brushed Megan’s hair aside, tucking the strands behind her ears. “Go to sleep.”
Yoonchae went to turn off the lights then climbed into bed with Megan. She pulled a blanket over the two of them, making sure Megan was comfortable first before closing her eyes.
In the morning, Megan was the one to wake up first. Her eyes fluttered open the moment sunlight started to pour into the room. She turned her head to see the familiar blonde hair spread out on the pillows. Memories of last night started to rush back in and Megan’s eyes got increasingly wider as she recalled every detail.
“Holy shit…” She cursed, searching around for her phone without waking up Yoonchae. As soon as she got her hands on her phone, she opened it to text Lara everything that happened—maybe not everything. It’s too graphic to be. Instead of getting a response in text, her phone vibrated with an incoming call. She hurriedly answered it so it wouldn’t ring loudly.
“Are you serious?!” Lara exclaimed on the other line. “I told you something would happen but seriously? On the first day?”
“Shhh! Keep your voice down!” Megan whisper-shouted. “I don’t even know how it even ended up like that. First we were at the bar in the pool then we were back in our room…”
“Oh, God. Getting drunk in the pool. That was your first mistake.”
“Don’t say it’s a mistake! That’s bad luck.” Megan carefully got out of bed and went into the bathroom to check on her back. She soon found out that her thighs were quite sore.
“She did a number on me, holy shit…” Megan muttered. She was freakishly impressed at how marked up her back is. And it was from a single person’s doing.
“Spare me the details. The most important thing is: what are you guys? Are you dating now?”
“Just because we hooked up once doesn’t mean we’re dating.” Megan said, “But I don’t think I'd hate it if we were…”
“You know damn well you wanna date.”
“Whatever.” Megan rolled her eyes. She heard the bedsheets rustling, meaning Yoonchae was awake. “I think she’s up. I’ll tell you more later.”
“Byee! Have fun and remember that safe sex—”
Megan hung up the phone before she could hear anymore. She padded out of the bathroom to check on Yoonchae. The younger’s hair was sticking up in every direction and her eyes looked like they could barely open.
“Are you awake?” Megan asked cautiously. Yoonchae nodded mindlessly. Megan doesn’t even think she heard her question. The air suddenly became awkward—at least to Megan—and it made her more nervous to talk about last night.
“Uhm—”
“Do you wanna go to the boardwalk later?” Yoonchae interrupted.
“Huh?” Megan blinked. That was the first thing Yoonchae said?
“The boardwalk.” Yoonchae blindly points to somewhere outside the window and Megan doubts it was the right place. “Tonight?”
“Uh, sure… Yeah,” Megan agreed. She guessed she’ll have to talk about it at another time. Yoonchae laid back on the bed and fell asleep again rather quickly. She has always been a sleeper.
Throughout the rest of the morning and afternoon, Yoonchae was acting casual. Way too casual. Breakfast was quiet but Megan didn’t sense any discomfort from Yoonchae. It was like hooking up meant nothing to her. Now, Megan doesn’t like to stereotype but she’s heard a few things around campus about Koreans not caring about the meaning of sex. She couldn’t believe that it’s true with Yoonchae of all people!
“Hey,” Yoonchae called out while Megan was zoned out. They were visiting some shops in the city before they headed to the beach again. Megan couldn’t see any expression Yoonchae could be holding since she had her back turned, but her tone sounded serious. “I need to ask you…”
Megan stiffened, suddenly wary of whatever Yoonchae had to say. “What is it?” She asked carefully.
“Does this shirt look good on me?” Yoonchae turned around to show Megan a shirt she held over herself.
Megan’s jaw dropped. Is she serious?! It’s been nearly twenty-four hours and still not a single word about it. No clarification, no explanation—nothing.
Yoonchae’s head tilted curiously. “So it doesn’t?”
“No, no. It looks great.” Megan assured with a tight smile. She hates that she’s overthinking the matter but it’s unspoken rules for it to be talked about the morning after. Yoonchae was too calm after crossing into a new territory of their friendship but she hasn’t said it was a mistake yet. Megan truly has no idea where she stands with Yoonchae.
After a few rounds of looping around the shopping plaza, they finally arrived back on the beach, this time at the pier. The pier was filled with street performers and concession stands, and the ferris wheel’s LED lights were like a glowing beacon as the sky was darkening.
Megan was so entranced by the lively atmosphere that she forgot about her whole deal with Yoonchae. She was smiling widely from ear to ear, taking her time watching the performers and the people shrieking on the rollercoaster. She wasn’t even aware Yoonchae was talking until a certain sentence brought her back.
“It was all in the heat of the moment, y’know?” Yoonchae mentioned. Megan almost broke her neck to look at Yoonchae.
“What do you mean?” Megan questioned. Her heart was pounding in her chest. The moment she’s been dreading, the very words circling in her head ever since she woke up.
“Hm? How I dyed my hair blonde.” Yoonchae held up a few strands though they looked a bit deflated. “Maybe I shouldn’t have. They’re starting to die.”
Yoonchae absolutely, definitely, needs to stop doing this.
“Right…” Megan muttered quietly.
“Is something wrong?” Yoonchae asked. “You’ve been off and jumpy.”
“Just thirsty,” Megan lied. Either Yoonchae doesn’t care or she’s just really, really dumb.
Yoonchae offered to go get them drinks and Megan didn’t even bother to refuse. Megan sat down on a nearby bench and slumped against the back, not knowing what to do. She’s scared she’ll ruin the mood if she talks about last night but Yoonchae’s not doing anything to make it better either.
Megan just sighed and looked over at Yoonchae. The younger girl was very pretty, very athletic, very kind. Lara always finds an opportunity to tease Megan about how she got the package deal inside a ‘whateveruationship’. Still, Megan knows that Yoonchae is a foreigner before all else so their cultures around different things could be, well, different. And if not talking about sex after it happened is a Korean thing, or maybe even a Yoonchae thing, then Megan will have to understand.
Megan’s eyes drifted to a girl carefully approaching Yoonchae. She’s pretty and cute and looks a bit shorter than Yoonchae. Megan could be remembering wrong but she’s sure this is Yoonchae’s type down to a T.
She watched Yoonchae talk with the girl, seeing how her eyes curved into crescents and how her shoulders bounced lightly as she laughed. Megan’s eyebrows scrunched because she wondered if the joke the girl told was that funny.
There was a funny feeling bubbling inside of her yet it didn’t reside in the pit of her stomach. It was her heart. It still thumped rhythmically but there was an ache to it. Megan clenches her fists, fingers curling tightly and digging into her palms.
Did last night really mean nothing to her? Megan’s brain was racking up any possible answer she could think of but none made sense to Yoonchae’s character unless she didn’t truly know Yoonchae. She pulled out her phone to text Lara.
Meanwhile with Yoonchae, she was more than happy to let the girl know that she was taken. “I have a girlfriend.” Yoonchae said.
“Ah…” The girl nodded, a faint blush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Yoonchae assured with a laugh. “She’s over there, actually.” She pointed to Megan sitting at the bench a few yards away.
“She’s really pretty,” The girl commented.
Yoonchae smiled adoringly as she stared at Megan. “The prettiest if you ask me. Not to toot her horn or anything.”
The girl chuckled and politely bid her goodbye, saying she wishes Yoonchae the best with Megan. Yoonchae returned back to Megan with their drinks in hand and handed one to her.
Megan took the drink but she didn’t look Yoonchae in the eyes. Yoonchae immediately caught onto the avoidant attitude and began questioning Megan.
“Are you feeling okay? Are you feeling sick? What’s wrong?” Questions upon questions yet Megan answered none. Yoonchae could only stare at her worriedly, trying to think of ways to cheer her up. She quickly held Megan’s hand and stood up, taking her to the midway games around the pier. “Come on.”
They arrive at a ring toss stand and Megan almost scoffs at Yoonchae just handing the game attendant an absurd amount of money. “Watch me,” Yoonchae said, tossing a ring and missing. “Wait, don't.”
Yoonchae continued to miss the next few throws but ultimately landed a ring on the neck of a glass bottle, winning a giant stuffed bear with a silly t-shirt. She gave it to Megan and took a picture of the moment. “It’s cute right?”
Still, Megan ignored Yoonchae. She didn’t want to but Lara advised that she did and to trust the process. Yoonchae wasn't happy that Megan wasn’t happy so another game stall they went. Yoonchae probably tried every stall and won a majority of them. Megan could barely hold all of the prizes. Somewhere along the way, Yoonchae sort of forgot she was doing this for Megan and got too hyped on winning.
“I don’t think I have any more game money,” Yoonchae said as she handed Megan yet another stuffed animal. Seeing the older girl still in a grumpy mood, Yoonchae got really confused. “Are you hungry? Do you want food or snacks?”
Megan remained silent but her eyes locked onto the cotton candy stall. Yoonchae hated cotton candy but she didn’t mutter a single complaint. She came back with two sticks and held one for Megan to eat because it looked like Megan’s hands were busy with the prizes.
Yoonchae took every bite with a look of disgust but she endured it without a word. Megan noticed her distaste for cotton candy and wanted to laugh.
“You don’t even like cotton candy.” Megan pointed out stoically.
“I know but you do. Whatever you like, I like too.” Yoonchae’s delivery of her words were calm and collected and Megan was starting to think that calmness is Yoonchae’s only setting. It was somewhat easing her of her thoughts but not by a whole lot.
“Let’s just go back to the hotel,” Megan said.
The drive back to their hotel was silent and uncomfortable. Megan looked outside the window the whole time instead of talking to Yoonchae like she did on the way to the whole trip. The atmosphere in the elevator was even more awkward because Megan can vividly remember them making out in it.
Inside their room, Megan set all of the stuffed animals onto the top of a dresser drawer, still not talking to Yoonchae.
“Why are you upset?” Yoonchae started gently, not wanting to make Megan madder. “Can you tell me?”
Megan’s lips tightened and tears started to well up in her eyes. Yoonchae saw and got increasingly alarmed. She got closer and tried to hold Megan’s hand but Megan shoved her slightly. “Hey—”
“No! You don’t get to ‘hey’ me!” Megan sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Woah, woah…” Again, Yoonchae tried to hold Megan’s hands to steady her but Megan kept pulling back her arms and pushing her.
“I never thought you’d do this but you did!” Megan sobbed, digging the heels of her hand into her eyes to stop the tears.
“What did I do? Tell me,” Yoonchae pleaded, distraught at the fact she somehow had hurt Megan. “Was it last night? I—”
“Now you wanna talk about last night?” Megan asked in disbelief. “The whole day you—you acted like nothing happened between us! It was very big for me and you didn’t care!”
“I’m sorry,” Yoonchae apologized instantly. “Mei, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I didn’t mean to cause stress but what happened last night meant a lot to me too.”
“And yet you still flirted with that girl?” Megan didn’t care that tears were streaming down her face, potentially ruining her makeup in the process. “It’s like I don’t know you at all…”
Yoonchae paused, confusion taking over her concern. “Flirted?”
“Is that not what you did? I saw it with my own eyes, Yoonchae Jeung!”
“Look at me.” Yoonchae took Megan’s hands and held them together with the utmost sincere look in her eyes. “Why would I flirt with someone else if you’re my girlfriend?”
“God, I don’t—…what?” Both of them are confused at this point. “I’m your girlfriend?”
“Yes. You. The only Megan Meiyok Skiendiel in the world.”
“Wait, wait, wait. I don’t understand. When was I your girlfriend?” Megan asked.
“Like, almost a year ago. Tomorrow’s our anniversary, that’s the whole point of this trip,” Yoonchae responded.
Megan often says that she might not be the smartest pumpkin in the patch but she’s certain neither of them asked the other out. “I don’t… When did I… When did you…”
Turns out, a year ago, Megan had asked Yoonchae to go to dinner with some friends. Before they got to the restaurant, Megan’s friends suddenly canceled at the last minute, leaving Megan and Yoonchae alone. They decided to still go anyway but just the two of them together.
Yoonchae thought it was a set up for them to be alone. The funniest part wasn’t them accidentally matching outfits but it was when Megan randomly asked Yoonchae to be her girlfriend. The reason behind that was because the restaurant was giving free cake to couples on behalf of the owner’s engagement. Yoonchae never knew that and Megan never knew that Yoonchae never knew.
“Are you serious? So you’ve been in this relationship with me for nearly a year without a kiss or nothing?” Megan didn’t know what to be more shocked at: Yoonchae being that patient or Yoonchae dating her without her knowing.
“I mean, I just thought you weren’t ready or something. I didn’t want to rush.” Yoonchae shrugged.
Megan started laughing at how outrageous Yoonchae’s thoughts were. According to Yoonchae, the furthest they’ve taken it was cuddling on a couch while watching The Lorax.
“I can’t believe you thought we’ve been together this whole time,” Megan teased.
“Are we not together then?” Yoonchae questioned.
“No—Yes?—I don’t know.”
“If we are then I’d like it to stay that way. If not then I want to.” Yoonchae was making it crystal clear to Megan that she wants to continue the relationship regardless of the misunderstanding.
“Then yeah. Let’s stay this way.” Megan agreed. Yoonchae smiled and pulled her in for a hug, wrapping her arms around Megan’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. Megan buried her nose into Yoonchae’s hair at the side of her head and inhaled deeply, smelling the floral scent of the shampoo
Yoonchae pulled back slightly, her eyes looking intensely into Megan’s. Before either of them knew it, they were both leaning in and their lips met for a kiss. Yoonchae tilted her head to deepen it, her fingers digging into Megan’s waist as she held her. Megan softly moaned at the contact and slowly brought her hands up to Yoonchae’s neck.
Her nails began scratching the nape of Yoonchae's neck, causing the younger girl to whimper. Yoonchae gently bit down on Megan’s bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue.
Megan broke the kiss to murmur, “Take me to bed…”
Yoonchae happily listened and picked her up, wrapping her legs around her waist as she went over to the bed. She laid Megan down carefully and as soon as she did, the intensity of her actions changed.
She started to kiss Megan softly like she was a delicate, fragile paperweight that’ll break even with the smallest movement, and yet the older girl can still feel the need and desperation with the way Yoonchae’s lips moved. Yoonchae’s hands never wandered from her hips and Megan questions why she’s holding back all of a sudden.
“You’ve touched me once already. I’m not gonna break if you do it again” Megan said when she pulled back. Yoonchae blinked before smiling fondly.
“You’re so—You’re just so you.” Yoonchae then hesitantly admitted, “I don’t know what to do with you.”
“You did me once.” Megan joked to ease up Yoonchae. “You can do it again.” She held Yoonchae’s cheek but Yoonchae brought her hand up to hold her wrist, turning her head to kiss Megan’s palm.
“Guide me,” Yoonchae whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Kiss me more,” Megan ordered. Yoonchae let go of Megan’s wrist to lean up and kiss her. While making out, Megan can feel Yoonchae’s hand tenderly caressing her thigh over her pants, rubbing up and down and creating a tingly sensation on her leg.
Yoonchae’s head tilted the other way to kiss at a new angle. The only sounds in the room were Yoonchae’s quiet hums and their lips moving against each other. Her hands moved between their bodies to undo Megan’s belt, quickly tossing it onto the floor once it became loose.
Megan cupped Yoonchae’s chin to push her away slightly. “Your lips are so pretty,” she complimented, thumb brushing Yoonchae’s lips. “They’ll look prettier eating me out.”
“You’re so sexy.” Yoonchae planted a peck onto Megan’s lips then lowered herself. She unzipped Megan’s fly and unbuttoned her pants, tugging off the jeans and panties in one go. Yoonchae smiled to herself upon seeing Megan’s pussy glistening in the dim light of the room.
Her nose nudged Megan’s clit while her tongue licked a long stripe up her slit, gathering her slick with her tongue. She lapped at Megan’s pussy with dogged hunger, swirling around her clit then wrapping her lips around it to suck lightly.
Megan moaned loudly, her hands flew down to tangle in Yoonchae’s hair, holding on tightly. Her thighs that were wrapped around Yoonchae’s head squeezed firmly. Megan’s cunt was so warm, so hot.
“C–Cumming!” Megan yelped when she felt that knot in her stomach snapped. Her lips lifted but Yoonchae’s hands held her down. Yoonchae gathered Megan's release without letting any go to waste, tasting that tangy metallic flavor.
“You taste so good…” Yoonchae mumbled. She leaned up and kissed Megan once more, letting Megan taste herself. Yoonchae has gone crazy over the feeling of Megan’s lips, just wanting to kiss it and kiss it until it’s swollen. She trailed down to Megan’s jaw then to her neck where she sucked until she was sure a hickey formed, almost like a vampire.
Her hands slowly slid up Megan’s body, sliding under her shirt and feeling her tits over the bra. “You always stare at them whenever I wear anything revealing,” Megan remarked.
“Hm? These?” Yoonchae gave Megan’s boobs a squeeze. “I can’t help myself.” She pulled back from Megan’s neck to help her take off her shirt, unclasping her bra along the way. She wrapped her lips around one of the hardened nipples and swirled her tongue around the peak, letting go with a soft pop before moving to the other.
“You’re such a pervert.”
Yoonchae grinned smugly against Megan’s skin, her teeth faintly biting her nipple. Megan yelped and slapped Yoonchae on the shoulder which the latter only laughed at. Yoonchae’s hand found itself traveling back down to Megan’s pussy, her middle and ring finger circling the entrance.
Oh, and Yoonchae didn’t forget about the star tattoo on Megan’s ribs. She planted a kiss right in the center then parted her lips to suck on the skin, leaving another hickey on Megan.
“Can I put them in?” Yoonchae requested, voice muffled. Her fingers teasingly brushed along Megan’s entrance, already feeling the muscles contract over the slightest graze.
“Ask me nicely,” Megan said as she tucked Yoonchae’s hair behind her ear.
Yoonchae pulled herself up to be face-to-face with Megan, kissing the corner of her lips. To Megan, that was more intimate than a direct kiss and she couldn’t help but blush.
“Can I please put my fingers in? Pretty please?” Yoonchae pleaded softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she smiled down at Megan. “I’ll make you feel so good, promise.”
“So sweet,” Megan cooed. “Go ahead.”
Yoonchae’s fingers slid in slowly to let Megan adjust to the feeling. Her fingers were long, much longer than the older had expected it to be, but it was somewhat in true fashion for someone with a cock as big as hers. Even after one orgasm and the high sensitivity, Megan’s hips desperately rocked against Yoonchae’s hand like she was asking her for more.
More, more, more.
Megan has always wanted more from Yoonchae despite not even knowing what the latter could give. And Yoonchae doesn’t let her down. She curled her fingers against all the right spots, pumping them in and out of Megan’s cunt steadily. Her palm repeatedly rubbed against Megan’s clit with every shallow thrust and it honestly felt like angels were taking Megan to heaven.
Megan’s muscles tense and her back arches off the bed, her body stilling for a second before dropping onto the mattress. Yoonchae carefully removed her fingers, staring down at the mess spilling out of Megan’s hole. That wasn’t the only messy thing as her fingers were covered in slick from tip to base—though she started to imagine her cock with the same look and can practically feel the impatience buzzing through her body.
Megan couldn’t tell if Yoonchae’s fingers were fully trembling or just twitching. “Your fingers,” Megan pointed out.
“Huh? Ah, it’s natural.” Yoonchae puts her fingers in her mouth to suck off Megan’s release but then she starts to imagine her cock in Megan’s mouth. “Damn…” She muttered.
“What?”
“You got me crazy like a dog, baby.” She took out her fingers and wiped the remaining saliva on the side of her pants. In the middle, though, was an erection straining through her jeans. Yoonchae palmed it lightly, exhaling shakily when she got the friction just right.
“Hurry up and undress, pup.” Megan told her, a cocky grin on her lips.
Wow. After Yoonchae just told her she was making her feel like a dog.
“Don’t—Don’t say those things…” Yoonchae mumbled, turning around to take off her clothes.
“Is that a kink of yours?” Megan raised her eyebrow.
“A lot of things are a kink of mine.” Yoonchae had meant for it to be a witty comeback but the hum that left Megan’s mouth told her it came out as literal. And it might be.
Yoonchae undid her belt, pulling the leather material out of every loop, and placing it onto the nightstand. The metal buckle clacked quietly as it touched the wooden surface.
“You wanna tie me up with that?” Megan teased, poking Yoonchae’s back with her foot. Yoonchae’s hand quickly caught her ankle. She turned her head to the side, looking back at Megan with a promising glint in her eye.
“Maybe next time.” Yoonchae said then let go of Megan’s foot.
She quickly unbuttoned her henley and pulled the shirt over her head, rolling her shoulders in the process. She was unaware of Megan’s mouth starting to pool with saliva as the older stared at her back. Yoonchae was already taller and bigger than Megan, but now with the latter laying down, Yoonchae just looks like a giant. The light from the lamps illuminated her broad shoulders, casting a big shadow over Megan’s entire body.
“And maybe next time I’ll ride your back.” Megan bit her lip in order for her to stop saying nonsense. Yoonchae, for some reason, brings out a freak in her.
“That’s ridiculous.” Yoonchae turned around and pinned Megan back on the bed, finding her lips and smashing her own against them, tongue swirling so Megan could taste the reminiscences of her own tangy release.
Yoonchae was so into the kiss that she hadn’t even realized a hand popped open the button of her jeans. The zipper moved down on its own from the constant humping movement of Yoonchae’s hips, revealing the waistband of her GAP boxers. Megan bit Yoonchae’s lip which elicited a pained whine. It sounded like those high-pitched yips puppies make when they’re hurt, and Megan is convinced, if blindfolded, she would’ve believed it was an actual dog.
Yoonchae broke the kiss to tug down her boxers just enough to pull out her cock. It’s rock hard. The color red ranged from the tip to nearly half of her entire length like it was angry. It was a different sight from Yoonchae’s gentle hand massaging her inner thigh. With her free hand, Yoonchae held her cock and stroked it lightly before slapping the tip against Megan’s clit.
A filthy, majorly slutty sound escaped Megan’s throat but she covered her mouth in time before it got too loud. After two orgasms in a row, she’s sure that her pussy is more than sensitive.
“I’m sure the neighbors already know we’re fucking so let me hear you. No need to be shy.” Yoonchae pried Megan’s hand off of her mouth and interlaced their fingers together. “It’s the second night in a row.”
“Have some dignity!” Megan smacked Yoonchae’s shoulder with her other hand. The younger only laughed at the reaction, not minding the sting on her arm.
Megan began to quiver as Yoonchae moved her cock to tease the entrance of Megan’s pussy in a complex pattern. It was only on the fourth stroke did she realize that Yoonchae was spelling her own name around her slit. Megan doesn’t know if this was some freaky claiming thing that possessive people do but she’d be lying if she didn’t find Yoonchae’s confidence hot.
Yoonchae has what it takes, if not more, to back up her claims whenever she’s being full of herself. And that makes Megan a tiny bit jealous because she wants to be full of Yoonchae too. But—Megan suddenly moaned and bucked her hips. Seems like Yoonchae brushed up against the perfect spot on Megan’s clit after having the audacity to draw a heart after her name.
“I’m gonna put it in now, ‘kay?” Yoonchae slid in so easily due to how soaked Megan was, bottoming out in one single thrust. She finds it impressive how Megan can take her so deep because they both know how big Yoonchae is. She pulls out until only the head of her cock was buried then watches as it disappears inch by inch inside of Megan. Yoonchae does it again and again, and her tip touches the cervix each time with no problem.
The noises that leave Megan’s throat makes her wince in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that she could even make these sounds in the first place. Yoonchae repeatedly thrusts into Megan desperately like a wolf in heat, forgetting all about her earlier collectedness. Megan clenched around Yoonchae’s cock, walls so gummy and soft with a burning temperature, and squeezed the life out of her. Yoonchae hoped the tight grip didn’t cut off any blood circulation.
Yoonchae’s hand let go of Megan’s to place them on the latter’s knees, pushing them back until she was damn near folded in half. Megan was so flexible, her body so fluid and able to move in whatever way Yoonchae wanted. Yoonchae can feel herself going crazier the longer she stares at Megan in this position. Megan’s ankle crosses over the other behind Yoonchae’s back to keep her close.
Yoonchae leaned down to Megan’s neck, pursing her lips to place kisses all over the skin. A thin layer of sweat had built up on her neck and Yoonchae thinks the musky scent makes Megan, already a delicious thing, taste so much better. She couldn’t help but nip at the skin like a wolf biting at its mate.
It didn’t feel enough. No matter how much Yoonchae fucks her cock into Megan or how much sheet of sweat she licks up, it didn’t feel enough for Yoonchae. A whole year of waiting until Megan was ready and the night before their “anniversary” is when she’s getting it the most. She scoffs amusedly to herself.
Megan can tell Yoonchae was getting less human by the second. The way her nails dug into Megan’s knees along with how her hips were starting to drive Megan into the bed instead of just thrusting told Megan so much. Yoonchae was becoming animalistic—wild with desperation and need. Her mouth was parted, panting heavily as she slammed her cock into Megan.
The older girl can feel the familiar sensation circling around in her lower body, ready to unwind and let go at any moment. “Fuck, Yoonchae… I’m—I’m gonna…” Megan warned, her lips moving against Yoonchae’s hair at the side of her head.
Yoonchae doesn’t let up. Her hips remained with the same pace, encouraging Megan to come on her cock. She continued to pound into her roughly as her gentleness was long forgotten when she got too intoxicated with Megan. She starts to become an adorable, whimpering mess because Megan’s pussy was swallowing her whole, which heavily contradicts the pornographic scene they were creating.
Megan’s orgasm hit as quickly as it built up, the overwhelming pleasure crashing over her body like huge tidal waves. She came all over Yoonchae’s cock and her release made it even easier for Yoonchae to slide in smoothly like butter. Yoonchae pulled back from Megan’s neck to hold eye contact with her while fucking her senseless. Regardless of her dazed state, Megan is able to see the sex clouding Yoonchae’s eyes. She was far too gone to stop now, though Megan never wanted her to anyway.
Yoonchae knows she’s close by feeling the semen rushing up her urethra as the head of her cock starts to swell. It twitches inside of Megan while still dragging itself along the spasming walls. “Fuck—I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” Yoonchae babbled incoherently.
Her hands traveled down Megan’s thighs, up her stomach, and finally to her chest where her tits were bouncing with each thrust. Yoonchae cups both mounds as she begins to knead and squeeze, almost as if using Megan’s boobs as joysticks to control her body however she likes.
“Need… Need to pull out…” Yoonchae panted. Any longer and she would finish inside, which will result in a very risky move. When she started to pull out, Megan wrapped her legs around Yoonchae’s hips, forcing her to stay put. Yoonchae looked up, bewildered, only to see Megan shaking her head. No matter how hard Yoonchae tried to pull out, Megan’s legs remained tightly wrapped around her.
Such surprising strength after three back to back orgasms.
“Cumming!—” Yoonchae hardly got to craft a proper sentence when everything just collapsed. She instinctively buried herself to the hilt, poking at Megan’s cervix as she pumped out strings of hot, pearly fluid. It seemed to be never ending so Yoonchae relaxed and gradually pulled out with a wet pop.
Yoonchae’s cock was still spurting cum, most landing on Megan’s abdomen with some even flying to her face. Yoonchae lightly stroked herself to milk out any remaining release. The thick fluid was starting to get sticky on Megan’s skin but it didn’t gross her out one bit. While Yoonchae was wiping off any semen on her hand with a rather disgusted look, Megan scooped up the warm residue and brought it to her mouth, tasting Yoonchae for the first time.
The younger blushed at the bold move and looked down, somehow unable to meet Megan’s eyes anymore. She grabbed the box of tissues on the nightstand and began to clean Megan’s body. She was quiet, and while that is the typical Yoonchae, there was something off about this peculiar silence.
“What’s wrong?” Megan asked.
“I’m sorry.” Yoonchae suddenly apologized. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.” Her touch was now as gentle as ever while wiping down the aftermath of something so impure.
“Hey, it’s okay. I liked it.” Megan reassured, her finger tilting Yoonchae’s head up by the chin. Yoonchae’s eyes that were once feral returned to their original state of softness. Sheepish even. “Don’t worry.”
Yoonchae nods and finishes cleaning her body, balling up the tissues and tossing them away. “Let’s take a shower,” she suggested. She took Megan’s hands and pulled her up, hooking an arm around the older’s waist to secure her safety.
Megan looked back on the bed and her eyes widened in surprise. There was a dent the shape of her body on the mattress before it slowly disappeared. “Well damn…”
The shower ended up lasting an hour and a half due to some unexpected turn of events that happened within the stall, possibly dirtying the two more rather than cleaning them. By the time they actually went to bed, it was already well past midnight.
“Happy one year,” Megan said while watching Yoonchae replace the bed sheets. The latter looked back with a flustered smile and a giggle unwillingly left her throat.
“Happy one year.” Yoonchae repeated.
“Can you contain yourself?” Megan raised an eyebrow amusedly when she saw Yoonchae heavily staring at her ass through the mirror. They were getting ready for their dinner reservation and Yoonchae looked ready to pounce on Megan instead of fancy.
“Sorry. You just look so gorgeous.” Yoonchae rubbed the back of her neck apologetically. When Yoonchae stepped closer to Megan, the older wagged her finger and shooed Yoonchae away.
“After dinner.”
Yoonchae pouted but listened nonetheless, stepping back and keeping her hands to herself. “I’m sorry I just wanna touch my girlfriend…”
Megan narrowed her eyes. The word girlfriend coming from Yoonchae was the one weakness that can easily convince her to do anything. She sighed and ultimately gave in. “Just a quickie. One blow and we’re out.”
Yoonchae grinned triumphantly as she unbuckled her belt. “Of course. Just one.”
//
“You made us late to dinner.” Megan said between kisses as she straddled Yoonchae on the bed. Yoonchae’s hand reached behind her back to pull down the zipper of the dress.
“Sorry, baby. You were too good to resist.” She started touching Megan’s chest over the dress with her other hand. “You look so good in this I just had to…”
“Being sorry isn’t gonna cut it, pup.” Megan swatted both hands away, watching as Yoonchae submissively listened without a fight. “I’m gonna have to teach you some patience. Got a problem?”
“No, ma’am,” Yoonchae replied eagerly. Megan can feel a certain bulge pressing against her ass, making her smile despite herself.
“Good girl.”
Lara was in the living room of her and Megan’s shared apartment, watching a rerun of some old show, when the door suddenly swung open. Megan walked—limped?—inside and headed straight for the couch, laying on her stomach on the soft cushions.
“I didn’t think you’d be back so early,” Lara stated, giving Megan’s ass a quick slap. For some reason, Megan howled in pain and her body curled up dramatically. “What’s with you?”
“If I had stayed in that hotel any longer,” Megan said, shaking her head vigorously. “I would’ve been wheelchair-bound.”
“No way you guys fucked that hard…” Lara trailed off, seemingly listening to her own words before gasping in shock. “Wait—You guys actually fucked?”
“I’m genuinely so sore…” Megan muttered but the smile on her lips was unmistakable. “I’ll tell you everything later.”
“Hey, so, do I stay or do I go?” Another voice made Lara look up and she just couldn’t believe it. Yoonchae’s innocent face as she awkwardly stood at the doorway with Megan’s bags made it a bit unbelievable that she is the one who ruined Megan like this.
“You can stay,” Megan responded from the pillow that her face was buried in. Once Yoonchae went to Megan’s bedroom, Megan sat up with a wince. “So. Basically.”